He played pool till the end and some argue he played the best games of his life well into his eighties. His patterns were his own: Clint was impossible to coach, but he always found a way out. But it wasn’t just league pool he enjoyed: Clint was an accomplished bar room athlete: darts and horseshoes rounded out his repertoire. He spent his time on Parris Island and the Korean Theater: the few, the proud. His sports leanings were unusual for the Philly area: he rooted for the Packers and the St. Louis Cards. Everyone knew his first priority was his kids: he only ever missed two Sundays with them in 14 years (one was for his wedding). But he was probably most attached to Clint Jr: he cared for him for many years. Relaxing times found him heading for the outdoors. Those guys in tip out trailers, they weren’t campers. Clint’s pop up was the best. Maybe it was just him getting back to the days living at the base of the Blue Ridge Mountains. He was a member of VFW Post #3020 and Riverside Turners.
He is survived by his children, Gary (Lorraine) Hatcher, JoAnn (Terry) Brennan, Clinton Jr., Shirley Crawford, Shawn Hatcher, Barbara Ann Hatcher (Ed); 7 grandchildren; 9 great-grandchildren with one more on the way; his brother, Arthur “Ott” Hatcher (Sara) and by his fiancé, Wanda Pfister.
Come celebrate 88 great years Wednesday 6-8 p.m. and Thursday 9-10 a.m. at Sweeney Funeral Home, Riverside where there will be a service at 10 a.m. Interment Odd Fellows Cemetery, Burlington.